A nice rain (a third of an inch) and overnight, it seems, everything is greening. It looks like spring, but the temperature feels more like late winter.
My post title refers to the 1941 movie. I was going to post the photo of me in front of the typical Irish cottage constructed for the movie until I realized, wrong movie!
It was the 1952 movie, The Quiet Man, not How Green Was My Valley that was set in Ireland. How Green Was My Valley was set in Wales.
But Maureen O'Hara starred in them both. Perhaps I may be excused for my confusion.
The willows are also showing some green.
As are some of the other volunteer trees along the railroad right of way.
This area is such good habitat for the birds and other creatures that I enjoy seeing.
Yesterday I made a start at cleaning off the flower beds. It only took about 12-15 feet to rake up enough leaves to fill one 39 gallon black plastic bag. A good start, but enough for the first effort. It used to take me only a couple hours to do it all, now I have to pace myself.
But oh, it felt so good to be working outside. To quote Margaret Atwood: "In the Spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt." 💚
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